Gale sighed as he stared at the sky, lying on his back as the raft beneath him rocked back and forth in ti with the waves. He didnt know how long he had been at sea for, but his skin was dried and cracked, his face tanned and stubbled. There were a few stains on his white robes as well. Breeze had managed to keep him alive by hunting the monstrous sea creatures thatd occasionally surface to take a bite out of the raft. The sll of raw fish made him nauseous, but there was nothing else to eat.
Nice weather were having, huh? Breeze asked, shielding his eyes from the sun.
Gale wasnt sure if the amalgamation of resentful spirits actually needed light to see or if he enjoyed taking on human characteristics. Gale sighed instead of answering. His face hurt from exposure to the sun and the random sprays of salt water.
Nice weather were having, huh? Breeze asked again, this ti looking at Gale.
Its horrible, Gale said with a groan. Drinking fish blood to survive had left his throat sore and raspy. I wish it would rain.
Thats what you always say, Breeze said.
Maybe if you stopped asking the sa question, I would say sothing else. Gale raised his head and glared at Breeze before lying down again. How much longer until we reach Fuselage?
Breeze stared at Gale. Do I look like a sailor? Werent you navigating by keeping track of the stars?
Uh, no? Gale asked, sitting up. They were lost? Didnt Breeze know what he was doing?
But youve been staring at the sky the whole ti, Breeze said, tilting his head.
Because its easier to lie down than to sit up. Gale brought his cracked hands to his face and sobbed into them. Was this his punishnt for drinking as the pope? Or was it his punishnt for not attending the kings wedding?
Hey, Breeze asked, an awkward expression on his face. He sidled over to Gale and placed his hand on the crying mans shoulder. Whats wrong? Everythings going to be alright. We have each other, dont we?
Gale raised his head, glaring at Breeze with red eyes. I lied! Okay!? I lied, he said through sobs. Theres no undead apocalypse. Theres no curse over the land converting the living into the dead. Theres no hostile army of skeletons seeking to destroy the world! Do you understand!? He sniffled and wiped away the tears in his eyes. Breeze hadnt reacted, and Gales stomach hurt as he imagined the repercussions. Why wasnt he saying anything?
Are you seeing what Im seeing? Breeze asked, staring off into the distance. He hadnt even heard Gales words. His gaze was transfixed on the horizon, a massive blob of sothing headed towards the raft.
Gale squinted and shielded his eyes from the sun. Was that a boat? Who would be crazy enough to be this far out in the ocean? A low murmur reached his ears. At first, he thought it was a one of those giant sea creatures singing underneath the sea again, but as the speck on the horizon got closer, his tanned face paled.
We sail, we sail, we set sail for ho.
For ho is where the mistress lives, we set sail for ho.
We toil, we row, we set sail for ho.
Servants of her undying curse, we set sail for ho.
We sing, we dance, we sink the mighty beasts.
We spend our days in revelry; we will never be released.
Giant squids, rabid sharks, the turtles with no feet.
We brave the perils of the sea, oh, what a mighty feat.
We sail, we sail, we set sail for war!
For war is where the mistress lives, we set sail for war!
We toil, we row, we set sail for war!
Servants of her immortal blessing, we set sail for war!
We hunt! We kill! We raze the foreign lands!
We spend our days pillaging, for we will be unleashed!
Crying children, bloody sheathes, the death beneath our feet!
We feel no thirst and never hunger, but this will be a treat!
A massive ship made of hundreds of skeletons holding onto each other floated by Gales raft. The skulls along the walls of the ship turned to stare at the man and the resentful spirit before cackling. A few armored skeletons with eyepatches aboard the ship peered over the side. Mr. Skelly cackled and waved his hand. A massive fireball materialized in the air and fired upon the raft.
Gale scread as the blazing projectile flew towards him. He grabbed Breeze and leapt off the side of the boat, ignoring the stinging sensation of salt water against his cracked skin. The fireball smashed into the raft, destroying it and sending a pillar of sea water into the air. The spray fell against Gales face and passed straight through him.
Mr. Skelly cackled. Its just an illusion. Calm down, Mr. Commander. Im not permitted to kill, he said and high-fived the fairy fluttering beside him who had been invisible a mont earlier. But dont think Ive forgotten you. I might not have a brain, but rembering soone I kidnapped ten years ago is quite easy. He left the side of the boat and approached the steering wheel that wasnt connected to anything and shouted, We continue!
The skeletons making up the boats fra extended their arms and paddled the boat through the water. Oarsn werent needed when the boat could row itself. The skeletons sang as they disappeared into the horizon, speeding away as fast as a shark could swim.
We sail, we sail, we set sail for fun.
For fun is where the mistress lives, we set sail for fun
Gale and Breeze boarded their raft, which had repaired itself after the illusion dispersed. This has beco a lot worse than I thought, Breeze muttered as he stroked his chin. If the skeletons are even heading to Fuselage, where will we go? He glanced at Gale who was trembling while clutching his own shoulders. Unintelligible sounds escaped from Gales lips. Breeze sighed. It seed like Gale was once a commander in the great war between mankind and the undead. He mustve suffered through enormous amounts of torture to be in this state just by seeing skeletons. Then its all up to . Breeze glanced around and picked a random direction that the skeletons hadnt gone. Were going there.
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